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Exposing Myself
by
NHExposed (NHExposed@hotmail.com)
This are true stories. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. If you're offended by gay exhibitionism or the thought of naked bodies of various ages, then don't read this! ------------------------------------------------
I'm a nudist. I like being naked. When I am home, I am usually naked. I go to nude beaches whenever I can, including areas on both coasts of the United States, as well as spots in England, Germany, and Greece. I even have home pages of me naked, although I haven't posted them anywhere on the net. There's just something about being naked in public that gives me a thrill. Yes, I like the feeling of freedom and warmth, but I think there's something more to it. I like having people look at my body.
One of my favorite memories is of a visit to a nude beach in California, a long stretch of sand in northern San Diego county. On the gay section of the beach, it was approaching sundown and I was alone. From down the beach I spied the lanky figure of a man, maybe in his mid-twenties, approaching me. He had on baggy nylon soccer shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and was carrying his rolled up towel, obviously on his way to the parking lot. He stopped and talked with me for a while. Something about being naked and talking with a clothed individual gave me a bit of a thrill, although I didn't pop a woodie or anything.
Eventually as we talked, he decided to strip down as well. It was obvious that he had been nude on the beach many times, for he had a deep all-over tan. The long shadows cast by the setting sun illuminated our bodies, emphasizing our musculature. As I was lying on my blanket looking up at him, I could tell that he was sneaking peeks at my rather small, circumsized penis and my balls sagging in their sack in the late afternoon sunlight. As we talked, I could see his penis begin to harden.
"Do you mind," he asked?
I smiled up at him, "No problem. I've seen it all before."
With that he reached down and began manipulating his long, cut dick. He played with it lightly at first. All the while he stared down at my naked body, paying close attention to my groin and legs. I decided to give him a bit of a show. I stretched with an audible moan and then brought my hands down my chest, rubbing in solid, circular motions down my abdomen and sides. I then brought my hands up and began stroking the soft skin of my inner thighs, speading my legs outward so he could have a better view down thereand thrusting my hips upward. Occasionally my thumbs would brush against my sagging ball sack, causing my testicles to churn up and down.
I think this really got him going. Although I had been successful in willing my dick to stay down, I was acting and feeling quite sensual. He picked up the pace of his masturbation, all the while staring at my body. It was a trip watching his face as he frantically jerked him meat. He was trying to watch me throughout his gyrations. Finally he came, shooting white globules out the slit and onto my left leg and foot. Some of it landed on the beach forming small globes encrusted with sand. Out of breath, he quickly wiped himself off with his towel and got dressed. I continued to lie on the beach has he donned his clothes again.
"Thanks," he said as he turned to leave.
"Anytime," I replied to his retreating back.
After he was gone, I began to masturbate myself, remembering the remarkable feelings I felt inside as I watched him get off on my body. My thoughts also went back to my childhood and some of the same feelings I felt then.
---The Child Exhibitionist---
I can't remember a time when I didn't get off being naked in front of friends and even complete strangers. When I was seven or eight my friend Daniel and I used to go to my tree house, high up in an oak tree where I would strip down with little fear of being seen by anybody. Daniel would stand next to me, fully clothed, and watch as I pissed off the platform. We would watch the golden stream emerge from the slit in my tiny, hairless penis and sail to the ground thirty feet below. I would shake it, helping the final drops begin their plunge to the ground, always aware that Daniel was watching me with interest.
Sometime during our play in the treehouse, I would invariably get hard and parade around with my little two inch woody sticking straight up, almost touching my abdomen.
Sometimes Daniel would laugh and throw my clothes down to the ground, forcing me to climb down and retrieve them. Luckily the treehouse was in the woods, far from any house or road. I actually enjoyed climbing down the rungs nailed to the tree and scrambling around the dried leaves looking for items of clothing. I felt so free when I was naked! Sometimes I even kept my clothes off, carrying them with me until we were almost in sight of my house.
Daniel and I used to go hiking and camping in the hills above our neighborhood. Usually I would take off my clothes and put them in my backpack as soon as we were out of sight of any houses. Sometimes Daniel would get naked, too. I really liked looking at his tiny dick and loved watching his ball sack loosen up as we exerted ourselves hiking the trails through the woods. Daniel didn't seem to like being naked like I did, though, but that was okay because I preferred showing him my body anyway.
One time I remember coming to a clearing. The two of us were naked and I really got off in running around in the smmer sunlight, wearing just my shoes. Soon, though, we heard voices approaching and we ran to hide up a rise and just inside the edge of the woods. Daniel hurriedly put on his clothes but I stayed naked; it was really exciting realizing that we had almost been caught, and I wanted to prolong the moment. Even though I hadn't been hard before, I felt the familiar feelings and looked down to see the jerking movements of my boycock rising to meet the sky. I nudged my friend, pointing to it. He giggled and almost gave away our location.
As we looked down we saw two of the older neighborhood boys walking by. They had a reputation for being bullies and if they had seen us, I am sure they would have beaten us up for playing "faggot" games. Somehow the excitement made it even more fun for me.
When I was about ten, I remember going to the beach with my family. I brought along my friend, Bob, and we put down our towels a couple hundred yards from my mother and sisters. I was wearing a baggy, boxer-style swim suit but as usual, I didn't have anything on underneathe it; I liked the feeling of the wind blowing up my pants leg. Lying there, I would keep my legs spread apart and allowing the sun to shine up the opening of the leg to warm my balls. At some point during the day, Bob noticed and whispered to me that I needed to cover up.
"Nah," I said. "I don't care if they see me. If a girl comes along, I'll cover up, but guys have seen it before. Besides, nobody's gonna look at me, and if they do, it's because they want to see it. Why deny them a free show?"
Bob laughed nervously at my joke, but I didn't bother trying to cover myself. Eventually I had to piss so I went up to the restroom near the parking lot. I stepped up to the trough urinal and opened my pants, allowing them to drop to my knees. As I was letting go a strong stream into the long trough, a man came up beside me and opened his pants to piss, too.
Now, until this time, I had never seen a naked man before and I was amazed at the size of his dick and all the hair he had; I didn't know people grew hair there. He let loose a large stream and all I could do was stare. And watching him with his hand holding his large tool, I began to get hard. I thought about covering up, but it was too exciting being naked with this god. Eventually he finished his piss but didn't move to cover himself up. Instead he looked down at me and even reached over and touched the tip of my tiny erection. At that point I knew that he had gone beyond that certain point so I pulled my suit back up and went out to join my friend. But that night, as I lay naked in bed, I couldn't get over the experience. I played with my cock, remembering that touch to my dick. It felt so neat knowing that he got off at looking at my tiny pecker.
A year later, I moved to a new neighborhood and had to make new friends. One of those friends, Michael, seemed to be into nudity as much as I was. Even though we were eleven and way too old for that kind of thing, we used to take baths together, along with his little brother who was nine, and compare our still tiny dicks. Michael's family was way different than mine. Neither Michael nor his brother, Jed, minded being naked in front of his parents. The two used to walk naked through the house without giving it a second though. In my house, my mother yelled at me if I even bothered to walk from the shower to my room without my shirt on.
Michael had a pool way in the back, out of sight from his house, and we would swim naked all the time when his parents weren't home and I felt comfortable. Sometimes his little brother would join us. The three of us were camping out one summer's evening and it was too warm for us to sleep in our sleeping bags. Of course, we were naked.
"I've got an idea," I said at about midinight when we couldn't sleep from the heat. "Why don't we wander around the neighborhood. Maybe that will cool us off!"
Now, being a child exhibitionist, I really meant that I wanted to take risks being seen. The other two thought this was a neat idea so we cautiously made our way alongside the house to the street. This was actually quite risky because the street, while quiet, was well lit and if anybody bothered to peer out of their darkened windows, they would have seen the three of us, naked as the day we were born. None of us had even bothered to bring clothes; that just added to the thrill.
We began slowly darting from shadow to shadow, crouching behind trees to look out for anybody who might be coming down the street. I remember one time crouching behind Michael, so close to him that my legs were on either side of his body and my groin was pressed tightly against his lower back. My already hard dick stiffened even more, but Michael didn't say anything as my solid two incher poked into him.
As we continued down the street, we became bolder and bolder, spending more time moving between the dark shadows. Soon we didn't even bother using trying to hide in the dark at all. Pretty soon we moved to the middle of the quiet residential street with the street lamps alternating on either side illuminating our bodies. It was almost one in the morning and we hadn't seen a car the whole time we were out. We became quite bold, even talking in less than hushed tones occasionally. Each of us was sporting a tiny erection. I especially liked Jed's because its tiny size was so cute!
Suddenly a car turned right onto the street a couple of blocks ahead of us. Its headlights played though the darkness toward our naked bodies. We were in a panic! We looked to either side and there were no trees or bushes to hide behind! There was only a large patch of ivy to my left so I dashed across the street and dove into it, hoping the bulk of the cool vines would hide me from view. I heard the hard rush of leaves being crushed to my right as a small form landed beside me. I hard the harder sound of Michael's body as it landed in the Ivy to my left. Jed began to lift his head to see what the car was doing but I grabbed his body, held his head down with my left hand, and draped my right leg over his body to keep him from getting up. My hard dick was crushed into his hip and I could feel myself involuntarily thrusting my hips, pounding my little penis into his side.
The car passed without slowing down, so I don't think they saw us. The scare was enough though, and we made our way back the quarter mile to Michael and Jed's house. This time we stayed in the shadows, no longer being bold enough to walk in the glow of the street lamps. We giggled together when we finally got back. After skinnydipping a short time we settled down on our sleeping bags. We fell asleep as the water evaporated from our naked bodies.
As I think back on it, I was a much braver exhibitionist as a boy than as a teen or an adult.
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